Welcome to the story, 'The Hogwarts Games.'
Prologue:
Harry Potter was hit by the spell, and he fell to the ground, dead. Voldemort smiled crazily. "VICTORY IS MINE!" he shouted and looked at the scared crowd in front of him. He laughed. Nagini hissed.
"Poor Hogwarts," he said, caressing the now-working-for-him Elder Wand. "No more hope. No more Harry Potter."
"As punishment for your rebellion against me, I shall force 24 students aged 17 and below to be gathered in one Arena, and kill themselves, until one is left. That one shall be called the Victor of the Games. And we shall call the games, THE HOGWARTS GAMES!" Voldemort announced as most teachers and students sobbed like there's no tomorrow.
Neville suddenly screamed. "No! We'll continue the rebell—" Neville got paralyzed, and fell to the ground with a thud.
"You silly boy!" Voldemort laughed.
"Remember this, Tom! We will always fight against you!" McGonagall screamed. Her bravery was admired by lots of students.
"Minerva, such bravery. But, don't you know? One flick of my wand you'll die."
"I'd rather die instead of living a life with you and your dimwit followers ruling!" McGonagall shouted. She was followed by 'woos' and 'yeahs'.
Voldemort flicked his wrist and McGonagall fell to the ground, dead. Everyone gasped as Neville rose up.
"Now, you are all under my control! In these Games, we" he pointed to himself and to his Death Eaters, "will design these games. There will be, of course, lots of deadly Muggle weapons, and the tributes' wands will be confiscated and thrown into a cornucopia, where all the weapons, food, water, and supplies are found. Are we clear with that?"
Nobody answered. Voldemort shouted, "ARE WE CLEAR WITH THAT?!" Everyone nodded gravely.
Ron, Hermione and Ginny were stood in one corner, crying. They can't believe that. . .that. . .Harry is dead. . .